I wanna be connected to a beautiful brotha who is not afraid of connecting with a brotha that craves a lova that will be a lova to anotha brotha. He that is ready to be free… free to express, free to desire, free to be supported free to receive passionate intimate moments. I want him now. I have nourished myself through rough times and have touched myself enough times. Can I touch you and share all the joy I have gained along the way? Can you rub my loneliness away?
I am so awaiting for partnership right now, a union of two souls but…
My name is KABELO, not KABELA, KAPELA or KAPELO or whichever bastardisation thereof you choose to use on any given day. Don’t tell me you can’t say my name properly because of your Coloured accent, because that’s just a steaming hot pile of bullshit. I know many people whose accents are thicker than yours, but they have no difficulty with my name whatsoever. Seriously, how hard can it fucking be to pronounce a ‘b’ in place of a ‘p’ and an ‘o’ in place of an ‘a’? You know what, just stick to KB.
You're unique. Just like 6.95 billion other people.
Okay, so I was just thinking… doesn’t the fact that we’re all unique defeat the purpose of the word? By definition, ‘unique’ is used to describe something that is distinctive and without equal. Since we all share this characteristic, doesn’t that make us all the same because we’re ALL distinctive and without equal?